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You say that love is nonsense....I tell you it is no such thing. For weeks and months it is a read more
You say that love is nonsense....I tell you it is no such thing. For weeks and months it is a steady physical pain, an ache about the heart, never leaving one, by night or by day; a long strain on one's nerves like toothache or rheumatism, not intolerable at any one instant, but exhausting by its steady drain on the strength.
Why love if losing hurts so much… I have no answers anymore… only the life I have lived… The pain read more
Why love if losing hurts so much… I have no answers anymore… only the life I have lived… The pain now is part of the happiness (then).
You were made perfectly to be loved - and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my read more
You were made perfectly to be loved - and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my whole life long.
Sometimes, it is good to be "alone".... but that doesn't make us lonely. It is not a matter of being read more
Sometimes, it is good to be "alone".... but that doesn't make us lonely. It is not a matter of being present "with" someone, it is a matter of being present " to" someone.
Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but read more
Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable.
As for me, to love you alone, to make you happy, to do nothing which would contradict your wishes, this read more
As for me, to love you alone, to make you happy, to do nothing which would contradict your wishes, this is my destiny and the meaning of my life.
To love is to place our happiness in the happiness of another.
To love is to place our happiness in the happiness of another.
Lady of the Mere,
Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.
Lady of the Mere,
Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.
There is no end. There is no beginning. There is only the infinite passion of life.
There is no end. There is no beginning. There is only the infinite passion of life.
